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A Snippet from Concierge Service

Hi, guys!

There really has been a book brewing all this time. Concierge Service, featuring Joshua Hannes, concierge in one of New York City’s premier hotels and Craig Ridley, the guest in the penthouse suit, is in the final stages  of launching.

I should give you a taste, shouldn’t I?  Here’s our two guys, sitting down together for the first time. Craig’s in New York on business, has chased his CFO out of the penthouse suite for being a pain in the ass, and plans to test her assertion that the concierge desk could provide anything he desires. So he’s called downstairs for a “rent-a-friend.”

*****

The rap at the door slightly after eleven jerked Craig away from the e-book he was reading with indifferent attention; if this was a thriller, he wasn’t nearly as thrilled by the text as he was by the interruption.

Perhaps he should have peeked through the peephole, but anyone who knocked on this door had to use the passcard in the elevator, soooo… He opened the door.

Very scenic.

The vision he’d seen coming out of the suite earlier greeted him. Brown eyes under full brows, a perfectly straight nose over a sunny smile, wide shoulders dressed in a decent suit—the same label as the one Craig had treated himself to when he’d sold his first company.

He jerked his gaze back to his visitor’s face—a laser dissection of the visitor’s charms was just not okay. Not when Craig made it abundantly clear he wanted nothing but company. The guy was worth looking at—and an unknown quantity as to what kind of person he’d prove to be.

Ten seconds of admiration for the view. Would this stranger last longer once words started coming out of his mouth?

“I’m Joshua Hannes. You rang?” The smile faltered for a scant second.

Craig found his voice and the memory of why he needed it. “I’m Craig Ridley.” Oh, that was stupid, of course rent-a-friend would know that, but… “Didn’t I see you earlier?”

“You did—I arranged your dinner. Now I’m back. If that’s okay.” Joshua remained in the doorway, a bag dangling from his fingertips.

Oh, right, Craig was keeping him standing. He ushered his guest in. “Hope you brought the Scrabble board, or that there’s one tucked away in some yet to be explored corner here.”

“I don’t think so, but I found us a deck of cards. We could play gin rummy, or War, or Go Fish.” Joshua pulled the sealed deck from his bag.

“Definitely more social than watching a movie.” Craig slit the cellophane wrapper to shake out the cards. “Or we could talk politics and possibly have our first fight, or compare weight lifting routines if we both lifted… Sorry, I didn’t even think about going downstairs to the gym to burn off some energy—I’m exhausted but my body still swears it’s two hours too early to go to bed.”

“No problem.” His visitor’s smile looked genuine. “I brought some Izzes.” He found coasters in the sideboard inlaid with enough exotic woods to endanger an entire rain forest, and two cut crystal tumblers, which he filled with ice from a minifridge disguised as more finely milled cabinetry. “Pomegranate, blackberry, or peach?”

Craig studied a maroon can, searching for symbols. Packaging had betrayed him before. “Is this kosher?”

Joshua examined his own can. “I don’t think it’s certified, but it’s vegan. Is that close enough?”

“Sure is. Blackberry sounds good.” He poured and offered to clink his glass against Joshua’s peach drink. “To new friends.”

Josh gave him that look again, a nanosecond of I don’t understand. “L’chaim?”

“La kayim,” Craig agreed. Whatever that meant. Probably New-Yorkese. That gravelly consonant might just be another regional thing. Craig sipped again, the fruity bubbles dancing on his tongue.

Nice choice—Craig could appreciate the subtlety of not bringing wine or liquor. This wasn’t a date. What the hell did they do next? Cards, okay—another nice choice. Joshua hadn’t mentioned poker. Not when that could go lascivious. Not that Craig would mind in the least demanding shirts and trousers as forfeit.

Stop. That. One more stray thought and he’d have to adjust himself. The thin sweats he’d changed into for lounging wouldn’t hide a thing. Besides, where the hell had that thought come from? That was twice now. His interest hadn’t been piqued like this in years.

“So, gin rummy?” Craig offered.

“You’re on.” Joshua produced a pad and pen from a work of art generally shaped like a desk.

They sorted out their versions of the rules into mutual agreement, and Craig dealt out the cards. “We need some stakes.”

“Money?” Joshua stilled. “Or…?”

Damn it—even the small things worked against this rent-a-friend business. That “or” had to be exactly why his companion hadn’t mentioned poker. He hadn’t removed his suit coat, only pulling the knot of his tie away from his throat and undoing the top button.

Craig liked the lack of assumptions. What else could he like about Joshua? “Lose a round, answer a question, is that okay?” Damn it, that could go bad again fast—Joshua stopped sorting his hand. “Getting to know you kind of questions, nothing super-personal.”

“That works.” Joshua relaxed again. “Prepare to lose.”

“You can try,” Craig shot back, and took the top card from the stack.

*****

The rest will be along shortly!

Publishing Cat 2.0

As many of you know, we lost Joe the Giant Cat about a year ago. He was my special buddy, sleeping on my head, occupying any available lap, and most importantly, supervising my writing and publishing activities. Did you not know, every book requires at least 497 cat hairs to be complete?

It’s taken quite a while for our family to be ready for a new fur pal, but we’ve adopted a kitty. I thought his name was going to be Toby, but MU and Youngerson observed this fuzzy dynamo and dubbed him Dex.

Short for Dexedrine. This cat runs at about 0.7 Miniature Dachsund Units. I’ve never encountered a cat in the laundry cupboard before.  Life with Dexie is like living with a raccoon.

However, he has assumed publication duties. Joe left some mighty big pawprints to fill, but Dexie is stepping up to the pump.
Here he is, supervising the preparation of D.H. Starr’s Wrestling With Passion, which, thanks to Dexie’s assistance, is now ready to read.

And good fellow that Dex is, he’s gotten my butt in gear too. Crises of confidence are best treated with nose boops and purring, according to Publishing Cat II.

So–drumroll please–Concierge Service will be coming out ASAP!  Craig and Joshua owe more than they know to my feline taskmaster.

If only he’d help me write the blurb…

Welcome, Otter Chaos!

otter chaos (1)Lon and Corey are back and ready to be read!

Otter Chaos is live all over the place, from Amazon to Apple, from All Romance Ebooks to Smashwords and Scribd.

The fellas are all over the internet too, with excerpts and giveaways on a host of review and author sites. You could win a signed paperback, an ecopy in your choice of mobi, epub, or PDF, or an otter ornament suitable for holiday trees or your chandelier.

Here are the wonderful folks hosting Professor Corey Levine and his mustelid darling:

otter ornament

Or you could grab your very own copy while it’s still at the absurdly low preorder price, and hope your very own Lon comes in the mail.

Get Otter Chaos: Corey wouldn’t have it any other way.

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On the Coming Soon page at Dreamspinner–A New Man

NewMan[A]FSSenior year of college is for studying, partying, and having fun before getting serious about life. Instead, Chad’s days are filled with headaches and exhaustion, and his fencing skills are getting worse with practice, not better. Then there’s his nonexistent love life, full of girls he’s shunted to the friend zone. Is he asexual? Gay?

Grad student Warren Douglas could be out clubbing, but his roommate is better company, even without kisses. He’s torn up watching Chad suffer, gobbling ibuprofen and coming home early on Friday nights. If Chad weren’t straight, Warren would keep him up past midnight. They’re great as friends. Benefits might answer Chad’s questions.

A brief encounter with lab rats reveals Chad’s illness—he needs surgery, STAT, and can’t rely on his dysfunctional parents for medical decisions. Warren’s both trustworthy and likely to get overruled—unless they’re married. “You can throw me back later,” Warren says, and he may throw himself back after his husband turns out moody and hard to get along with, no matter how much fun his new sex drive is. Surgery turns Chad into a new man, all right…

…but Warren fell in love with the old one.

Preorder now, read on February 9, 2015.

Too naughty for Barnes and Noble

Apparently I am a p*rn*grapher now.  Second edition of Prep Work, a short romance some of you may have seen with a Dreamspinner line cover, has been given a cooking themed cover. Well, I don’t think he should try frying bacon in that outfit, but all the essentials are covered. Usually no one makes a fuss about man-nipples, and the rest is covered. Kinda. Sorta. But Barnes & Noble and Kobo and Apple think it’s too naughty to sell on their sites. (Never mind that they sell dino-smut.)

I’m not sure if I should appeal, or if I can appeal, or if I should attempt an end run once Prep Work passes the preorder period. Or if I should rethink the cover entirely. I don’t want to do that. Tommy as he appears now is kinda cute.

See the offending cover at Amazon (mobi) or at All Romance eBooks (mobi, PDF, and ePub.) I have to Jan 17 to figure it out.